When you perform with puppets, sometimes their strings get tangled. There is a lesson in this. I am not sure if it has anything to do with sex, but I can see where there is an overlap. A mess of strings and things entangled.
Ah. Writing about sex. Do we get sick of writing about sex? Tomorrow there will be more sex and the nest day. It is the only constant. That, and the idea that we are not in control of our own strings.